But what would I say? ‘Hi, honey, miss me?’ Would she be angry? Glad? Would she slap me? Hug me? Somehow, I did not think she would be so easily f...orgiving for leaving her so abruptly. I had been gone a year, with no word. That’s not a simple thing to overlook. I noticed Carmen always went to one particular little grocery store a block and a half down the street from her building, even though there was a larger, better-stocked, one closer. I wondered why. Maybe they had something there that the. On Saturday morning I started to gather my Tennis kit, Janet was a frequent player, but it had been some years since I had worn my tennis whites. I found my shorts and decided to try them on for size, I was pretty shocked to find that they were very much on the tight side as I had put on a bit of weight since the last time I played, my Tennis shirt was also now too small and bearly reached the waist band of my shorts. I called for Janet to see what she thought and when she saw me in my kit she. This was about the hottest girl he'd ever seen in person.She was incredibly, over the top Goth, but the black makeup and artfullytorn clothing did nothing to disguise the fact that she looked like alingerie model. She had the face of an movie star, and the body of a pornactress. He stared, of course. It's possible he even drooled a little.When his victim saw the look on his face and saw that he was ogling herbreasts, she let loose with another string of profanity even morecolorful than the. ”“Well, I can’t lose them here, can I?” She flipped her skirt up and eased her panties down her legs before tossing them on the couch. “There!”, she said.“Do you feel any different now?”“No. Do you?”It was possible that I felt somewhat differently, but did not choose to share it with her.“Can I do some cartwheels now and you can give me my bath after I exercise, like Daddy does?”“Sure. Does he just wait until you need some help or does he hold your legs when they are at the top, so you can.